You spend your life hunting shadows,
chasing pleasure, fleeing pain,
dancing between want and fear.

But what if you stopped running?

What if you turned toward the ache
and whispered, "Welcome"?

In that moment of stillness,
you discover something extraordinary.

You are the sky that holds all weather.

Storms rage.
Lightning splits darkness.
Rain falls in floods.

But the sky remains untouched
vast, open, eternal.

You are not the storm.
You are the sky.

Every feeling that ever tore through you
was just weather moving through
the endless space of what you are.

Stop chasing.
Stop fleeing.

You have always been whole.